Текст песни galafo - сколько еще лет

and we read the graffiti
my choice is at least second and third.
and few can really answer.
how many more years to endure. where this time the wind will blow.

full of fates are broken, about my ship and right there
let's not, I put my hand into the hive.
I became afraid of these gray streets.
and which of us is a fool.

look in block letters.
we are people who cling to every minute of freedom.
do not give us these clubs, do not give us a little
from empty bookshelves.

broken syllables
or a broken nose, more. stinginess. speed.
my every molecule has already fallen into this blade.
I have a problem and she hid at home.

my spiritual vacation is around the corner
in paradise they’ll hardly ask about my toler.
one-legged driver, confuse gas and brake.
inhale, exhale, fifty slopes.

my doubtfulness lead me to cyclones.
my purple room.
how much. I have to God
no altruistic inclinations.

to a quiet female voice
I will not give myself completely.
a lie for good, sweet truth
the feeling of broken glasses
cost price. among easily accessible heifers
 tango in drugs.

treasured happiness.
when nothing dies, everything is fine.
when love rests firmly on an overpass.
in every sense, nothing falls.

and we continue to torture ourselves.
empty test of these unnecessary rules.
the law does not exempt from ignorance.
pull on your hat and tighten your scarf.

most importantly, if there was a desire, you can raise the cabinet with your hand.
can be understood by changing places.
You can leave the memory without cameras.
how much is left until tomorrow.

how many instructions are destined to accept
love and favor
endless september
we are somewhere in three oceans,
We walk in straight ways.

under the soundtrack.
write letters, celebrate the holiday.
quit smoking, complain about the salary.
demolish the statues, fill the warehouses.
print paper. and essentially doing it right.

my spiritual vacation is around the corner
in paradise they’re unlikely to be asked about my toller.
one-legged driver, confuse gas and brake.
inhale, exhale, fifty slopes.

my doubtfulness lead me to cyclones.
my purple room.
how much. I have to God
no altruistic inclinations.

and we read the graffiti
my choice is at least second and third.
and few can really answer.
how many more years to endure. where this time the wind will blow.
  
and we read the graffiti
my choice is at least second and third.
and few can really answer.
how many more years to endure. where this time the wind will blow.